TEXT&VOICE MESSAGE POST ✖ gargleblasted

[nicotine_patch]

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ACTION; (hours later)

[prayforprey]

[ a note slid under the door, crinkled and burned around the edges, a precursor to a roiling familiar smell and a (sliding) thump against the door: ]

come collide with me.

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[nicotine_patch]

[after a few long moments, the door to Badou's room opens abruptly]

[and speaking of collisions-]

[fuckow! his shins!]

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[prayforprey]

[ Hoowhaa, was not actually expecting an open!

Rolls back into the room, flopping back on his back and looking up. ]

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[prayforprey]

[ ... his grin is almost sheepish.

almost.

considering he's a psycho killer. ]

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[nicotine_patch]

[stares down at]

[distinctly less amused]

[calmly places a bare foot on the top of that red head of hair]

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[nicotine_patch]

[holding him in place

and reaching for the door to close it on said head]

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[prayforprey]

[ grabs his ankle and twists it, sending the gunless gunslinger into his own filthy floors.

clambers atop.

sits. ]

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[prayforprey]

[ king of this Badou. ]

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[nicotine_patch]

[the space isn't that big, certainly not big enough for a pseudo-fight between two men over six feet tall each]

[when he falls, he manages to twist, hooking his elbows around the edge of his bed, landing into a tailbone jarring sit]

[shoves roughly at the 200-something pound ex-con at his lap, snapping]

Get the hell off, cuntfucker, you're breaking my fuckin' legs-

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[prayforprey]

[ smiles a sour smile, for a moment leaning in, closing the distance between them in hard vacuuming suction, chest to chest -- ]

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[prayforprey]

[ and seems to be stopped by something (consciousness? surely not), freezing his hands as they hover next to birdneck orangetress splendor.

leather creaks as he slides off the man's lap. ]

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[nicotine_patch]

[the second Genkaku's off, Badou's knees immediately draw up, sharp barriers protecting soft underbelly]

[arms lean on said knees, making turrets out of jagged shoulder blades]

[just scowls, but he keeps his head turned towards the monk - Genkaku's of course sitting closer to his blind side]

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[prayforprey]

[ leans back into his filth as he tokes, decay stains and beer bottles (rubbing his scent here and there because how often is he in the fox's den), the spread of his legs natural as long limbs frame his companion's tightly knit spring-body, taking him in perfect animals (in ways not so deeply he wishes were so more literal).

elbows rest on his knees for a moment and immediately jerk back up as if he'd touched the hot stove of recollection, rummaging in the lip of his coat and producing a (stained) bag. unrolling it and producing a joint, (mechanically) putting it to the man's marionette-tight lips and lighting it.

he says I Trust You in body language more than song (until recently); he says Speak To Me by putting something into his mouth, by feeding him, by easing him. the frequency isn't lost, even after-- ... ]

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[nicotine_patch]

[chapped lips part jerkily to the joint, because reliable old addiction's what he always (always) falls back on]

[his hand comes up, managing to pinch the roll-up into his grasp without touching Genkaku's fingers - he loathes the idea of skin-on-skin contact right now]

[he inhales deeply, drawing the smoke greedily into his lungs, and while he holds it inside, he murmurs flatly, certainly not because he's ready to talk to Genkaku yet;]

Thought you only smoked your own grow.

[and exhales, the angular line of his shoulders twitching faintly, thrumming]

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[prayforprey]

[ the smoke rattling in organs is a welcomed sound as any other, and he imagines small little skeletal creatures (humanoid, not animalistic for once) banging on ribs and vertebrae like they're a fucking bone xylophone, in neon hazard colors and beside vats of toxic waste. (these are the sorts of fucked up, sharp-edges he wants in Badou -- even if they are not entirely (entirely) fucking true. ]

Past tense, yeah? Animals gotta adapt; addictions need ... gorged.

[ he (hopes) knows it will pass, Badou's laffy-taffy stretched mouth and the deep carved lines under his eyes -- unfitting of him. one of them need their beauty sleep.

he wants to say something so simple as "shall we continue?" in (prison-) gentlemanly manners, but it's not right. don't pet a fox the direction the fur don't grow (don't fucking pet it at all it's mine). ]

Re: ACTION; (hours later)

[nicotine_patch]

[--a peace offering? no. no, peace doesn't come naturally to either of them (at least not without chemical assistance or high-voltage electrolysis)]

[the intentions of the gesture if not selfish in deed are selfish in need, but he can't find it in himself to reject the blatant display - if he smokes enough down, maybe the bold lines will become hazy enough to endure]

[he is right; animals, after all, gotta adapt (it's too late for a snake to change it's scales or a fox to change it's fur)]

[after another long toke, he pulls the joint from his lips, passing it automatically, in doing so noticing the subtle box around him Genkaku has made of his legs]

[around the ash, his chest constricts painfully in panic that gets all locked up in his shoulders and jaw]